Chapter Six Still naked, the walk back to Luz’s apartment was a blur, the sun still high, baking the dusty streets. Faye’s bare feet slapped against the warm cobbles, her skin slick with sweat, the tonic’s heat ebbing but still smoldering in her veins. Her thighs rubbed together, slick and sticky, every step a reminder of how wide she’d spread herself in the square. Jenny padded beside her, silent for once, her lean frame...

Chapter Five The drive to the village was long and hot, the jungle stretching endlessly on either side of the dirt road. Faye gripped the wheel tighter than she needed to, her knuckles whitening, her jaw clenched. She’d tossed and turned all night, the tent’s humid air thick with shame. Jenny’s wide eyes burned in her mind, watching her ride the phallus, slick and stretched, her body splayed open, vulnerable. The thought...

Chapter Four The drive back to camp was quieter than usual. Jenny drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, humming softly to herself, while Faye sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the dense jungle flashing past the window. Her skin still tingled where Luz had touched her, the ghost of warm fingers on her hips, the weight of a palm lingering between her legs. She hadn’t stopped thinking about it. About the way it...

Chapter Two The jungle heat was suffocating. The morning sun had barely risen, yet Faye’s body was already damp with sweat as she crouched before the temple wall, brushing dirt from the newly uncovered reliefs. But it wasn’t just the heat—it was the lingering fire from last night. She still felt open, as if her body hadn’t quite settled from the dream… from what she had done in the dark. She wiped her brow, her pulse quic...

Chapter One The jungle air was thick and damp, clinging to Professor Faye Sinclair’s skin like a second layer. The midday sun filtered through the canopy in fractured beams, illuminating the carved stone beneath her fingertips. Around her, the dense jungle pulsed with life—the distant call of a howler monkey, the rhythmic chatter of cicadas, the occasional rustle of unseen creatures moving through the undergrowth. The cle...